|dee_burris (dee_burris) wrote,|
@ 2011-05-01 08:15 pm UTC
|Entry tags:||ancestors, dreams, geneabloggers, genealogy, journey, musing|
At work I am working on a very sad case involving abuse and neglect of children with developmental disabilities in a psychiatric hospital.
And then coming home to consecutive nights of sitting in the cottage, listening to the wail of tornado sirens, one of which is only several hundred yards from my front door.
Morning drives the horror home.
Such devastation. You simply cannot appreciate the totality of the devastation from the media photographs.
In order to fully grasp it, you have to stop the car. Get out, and smell the pungent pine scent combined with gasoline fumes coming from the chain saws that assails you as you pick your way around toppled trees so huge that you and your best friend couldn't wrap your arms around no matter how hard you tried.
You have to stand at the bottom of the ladder and hand one tarp after another up so the next door neighbor can help nail them down over the gaping holes in the roof.
The ones with a roof - even part of one - are the lucky ones.
You have to rock silently as a young woman you just met at Backyard Burger sobs on your shoulder because she doesn't know how long it will be before she can get back to see what's left of her home. If there's anything left at all.
Some of them want to talk. Some of them can't yet.
You need to put some money in the jar at the corner store to help pay for the baby's funeral.
So I've been preoccupied and not paying attention to the ancestors lately.
And they are letting me know they want some attention.
I haven't seen anyone else blog about that. Maybe you have, and I just haven't read *that* entry.
Don't panic. I only see dead people in my dreams.
But there are things that happen here at the cottage that I have come to accept as normal, and they always have to do with researching my ancestral lines and finding answers.
I have a haunted computer printer, coffee maker and bathroom light switch. All three operate independently of me.
Not all the time. Only when I have been working very hard on an ancestral line, or need to.
I'm a very linear thinker, so when these things started happening, I naturally looked for rational answers.
I taped the bathroom light switch in the off position. I'm on the third coffee maker, plugged into a different outlet.
My cousin heard the printer start working all by itself when she was visiting, and left shortly afterward. (I had told her about it, and although she was very polite when I did, I knew she was skeptical. But seeing and hearing is believing.)
And today, all three of them did their stuff.
So I guess I should get back to work, huh?
Wonder who I'll see in a dream tonight...
The journey is good.